Immoral, Pennsylvania. Well folks, you had to know this was coming. After admitting recently I have savored the succulent flesh of Christian infants long before even becoming an atheist, I must now confess my appetite has expanded to the delicious delicacy that is adult Christian flesh. Albeit capturing adult Christians and frying them slowly alive is not as easy a task as it is with their infants, I find the satisfaction I get from eating them to be well worth the effort.
Being a godless, morally deprived, bag of sick uncontrollable urges fits very well with my devil-may-care attitude about life. I just take things as they come and don’t bother with the consequences my actions have on others because, well, I see no evidence of a divine all-loving guy telling me to “Be Good! Or ELSE!” In a way, I guess Christian Conservatives are wise to fear atheists like me who know no limits to human depravity because we don’t believe in a god or gods any more than we do in Tinkerbell. It makes the probability very high they will soon be on my dinner plate, having first been slowly fried alive in cooking oil. Yum yum!